It is the midnight hour graveyard laying silent and dark Funeral mist over tombes and stones Moving in the shade of night is the clerk With his twisted molesting need he will dig up the bones The Undertaker - longing for the dead The Undertaker - demons in his head The Undertaker - moving the stones The Undertaker - skulls and bones The keys he has in his hands will open the chamber The chamber of a 1000 voices It is the midnight hour graves are open wide Against the light of dawn clerk is moving fast The skulls he has plundered is his love and pride This romance with the dead will not be his last The Undertaker - longing for the dead The Undertaker - demons in his head The Undertaker - moving the stones The Undertaker - skulls and bones The keys he has in his hands will open the chamber The chamber of a 1000 voices The Undertaker - longing for the dead The Undertaker - demons in his head The Undertaker - moving the stones The Undertaker - skulls and bones The keys he has in his hands will open the chamber The chamber of a 1000 voices Shadowlands With the keys in his hands he will enter the domain of the dead